THEY'VE GOT HOOVES, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.
FOUR OF THEM.

COULD YOU GIVE THIS TO ALAN.
IT'S FUNGAL FOOT POWDER.

# IT'S NINE AND A HALF THOUSAND POUNDS #

BUT MORE OFTEN THAN NOT
IT STICKS IN HIS BACK AND HE DIES ON THE HORSE

- SWING A TIGER IN HERE, REALLY!
- YOU COULD, COULDN'T YOU?

I WAS DRESSED AS AN EXCLAMATION MARK.

MONZA SAID NO TO A FREE CARAVAN
AND YES TO A TOW-BAR.

BECAUSE GOD IS A VERY POSITIVE GOD.

- YOU'RE MAD, YOU ARE!
- I KNOW, I AM A BIT MAD.

FUNNY WORLD.

YEAH, JUST MOVED IN, LAST WEEK.

OR INDEED, KILLING THEM WITH SYPHILIS.
HERE'S MONSIEUR DAVID CLIFTON.

IT DOES LOOK TO ME LIKE TORCHES
ATTACHED TO A BICYCLE WHEEL...

I'D LOVE TO FEEL AN AIRBAG GO OFF IN MY FACE.

I'LL COME BACK AGED 25,
BUILT LIKE A BRICK SHIT-HOUSE.

LET'S GO.

- AND A SIDE CLUMP OF CRESS.
- RIGHT. AND YOU WANT THAT NOW?

- RUBBISH!
- I'M ON AN ARCHERY WEEKEND WITH HIM.